Hey dude, I think we just met an angel.
Further into out intoxicating career new levels of high were being achieved. 2-cb was the new chemical Michael had introduced and after a test run nexus flipping and a spilt personally later we were ready to test it on the streets. We popped the red printed drug and took to the cliff tops. The golden hour at hand and the clouds forming in our imaginations. It was perfect, a perfect introduction into the uncharted territory of the psychodelic relm.
Upon getting back into town we decided to walk back along the beach front, this time deciding to go a percular green nature ridden looking path down a set of stairs. Stopping for a breath resting on the steps the angel descended. By the name Chelsea, she was gorgeous, a perfect representation of a 21st century angel, ruined and crushed by her past, yet a guiding light for our trip. We followed her like the north star to a place that would be know further more as the Chelsea Spot. There we chatter for hours of hardship, relations and family. Chelsea ticking every box for a perfect woman. Kind, synaptic, relatable, dark, moral and humorous. In that moment she was perfect.
After a walk home and a hug that ruined all others we parted with her. Mike said he saw her once more after that. I believe she disappeared into the psychedelic bliss.
And fuck our current pot wash at the coffee cup.










